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Mr.X What now?
I delivered my ticket for boarding, took the plane and then finally arrived in Switzerland. Then I found X in a restaurant with his wife and standing in front of both of them, I tell all the truths stuck in my throat all that time. I see the expression of amazement taking place in the couple’s faces. If X thought his marriage was complicated, it’s because he didn’t know who Dalia Penedo was.That’s what my heart was begging me to do, but for some reason my feet took me in the opposite direction to the boarding gate. I make all the way back to my home. When I arrive at my home, I am welcomed by emptiness and silence. I walk towards my room, pulling my suitcase as if it were weighing tons. I open my wardrobe and put everything exactly in its place, and then sit watching my clothes. That was it, that was it.I take a deep breath and go back to the living room, where I sit on the sofa and let the beautiful morning become dusk... Until I hear the front door open, a bunch of keys placed in
Mr.X (RE)START
Yeah, I still remember what it was like to be left by X at the airport. As far as I knew, he liked me. However, I could not live eternally at that moment, it was necessary to start. Or rather, to start again. So the second decision I made was to leave MAMA AFRICA. It made no sense to remain in a place that would only bring me bitter memories and the terrible possibility of finding him again. However, as soon as I arrived at the NGO, I knew that Filomena had also asked for his resignation and that I needed to stay a little longer until someone for our seats was found. I myself was responsible for selecting the next "Dalia” and made sure to choose someone totally different in terms of appearance. Maybe it was a way to become unforgettable for that place…I will not lie, it was hard to work at MAMA without finding Filomena. Incidentally, I called her several times, but I never returned. I even went to her house, but coincidentally she had gone on vacation. The message to me was more than
Mr.X In your hands...
I returned home without Carlos and was less sure about the future of my marriage. I know Carlos very well to know that the more he thinks, the more chance there is to conclude that our marriage is over. He’s rational, while I’m passionate. He’s the head and I’m the heart. So I knew, in the end, I’d be more of a solo mom. That’s all that came into my head while I was fixing Juan to sleep. During this time I was alone, I started to put my son to sleep with me because it was the way I found to be able to sleep without missing the presence of Carlos.Another way I found to deal with Carlos' absence was to focus on work. As I said, after I left the NGO, I started working as a realtor. However, it was not just any real estate network, but a real estate agency that sells only the most expensive, huge, and exclusive houses in the noblest areas of Barcelona. Houses are valued at astronomical prices of more than millions.However, thanks to my success with Villa Catalina that today I am here su
Mr.X Your way
I open my eyes, finding my son sleeping like an angel. Although I loved seeing this image, at that moment it was not the one I would have liked to have seen. I turn, looking at the ceiling, closing my eyes, and remembering the inner night. I had forgotten how my husband could mess with me. I smile as I remember her smile, the way she spoke to me and touched her lips in my hands. I can’t wait to know what else is coming. I get out of bed and then go to my closet: My sixth sense tells me that I will see those brown eyes again, so I choose a blue dress marine tight enough to accentuate my curves and reduce the amount of skin it shows on my back will leave my hair loose. I woke up Juan and I clean him up as fast as I can, not that it was necessary, because anyway I need to wait for the nanny to arrive. I sit with Juan in the room, walking from one side to the other, at the same time, in which I count the minutes on my wristwatch so that Nina, the nanny, would arrive soon. Behold, then my
Mr.X Trust me
The doorbell in my apartment rings constantly forcing me to turn towards the bedside clock that shows it to be only seven o'clock on a Saturday morning. Who dares disturb me on a Saturday? I think at the same time that I wear my robe of satin navy blue over the sweater of the same color and wake up Juan because I’m afraid he will fall from my bed. My son does a little drama, but finally comes in my arms and together we go towards the entrance, where I open the door irritated:— Who dares to wake me up so early? - I question as I open the door with all my might. My expression at the time changes, and all I can say is. —But what is it?— Surprise. - Says my father enters my apartment accompanied by my mother and then my sister.— Excuse me, but did I make an appointment with you today? - I ask, nervous. I’ve always had an excellent memory, but maybe with the pressure at work, I might have missed it.— No, not you. - My father replies, walking towards my room. He sits in the middle of th
Mr.X Dália's Day
After the surprising message I received, my sister appeared in the room with a small suitcase in her hands:— And then, was it possible to relax? - Question Valerie moving the bag.— You can’t imagine how much. - I answer by wrapping the towel around my body.—I’m ready to face next week. Thanks for what you did…— Nothing. However, the day is not over yet. Carlos made it clear that today is Dalia’s Day. – Says my sister taking a dress for me. — Get dressed, because we still have a long day ahead. Starting at the next stop.***Las Arenas is our next stop. A very tourist mall in Barcelona. Installed in the former Plaza de Toros of Plaça de Espanya, which was transformed into a shopping center after a major renovation. The mall, because it was built in an old bullring, is fully circular, which differs from most shopping center buildings, both in the city and in most Spanish cities. It is in him that Valeria and I are walking, or rather, I am following my sister because I have no idea wh
Mr.X First date
My mouth is taken by an intense kiss, being finished with a generous bite on my lower lip, which makes me open my eyes, finding Carlos' browns. I run my fingers through your hair, pulling your head back and so bite your chin. He returns to take my lips harder at the same time as I groan and I feel a mouth sucking my clitoris. I face Carlos, who keeps kissing me: how could it be possible to be kissing my husband while I feel an avid mouth touching my vulva? I move away from her lips and then bend over to find a black hair with gray hair. Then Mr.X lifts her face from the middle of my legs. I widen my eyes and face my husband trying to say something, but he puts his fingers on my lips saying:— Enjoy, Dália Penedo.He retakes my lips until it takes my breath away. After that, Carlos walks away, taking off his underwear and bringing his erect limb towards me. I can’t resist and start sucking it with the same intensity that X still invested in me. My husband groaned with pleasure while ex
Mr.X Control
***My husband keeps talking to me in the car, but I don’t pay much attention, I’m still thinking about what happened at the restaurant. I can swear I saw X and he saw me, or I’m going completely crazy. Anyway, I can’t let him come back into my life. Suddenly a wave of vibrations invades my panties making me close my thighs. I face Carlos and he has his hand in the pocket of the suit looking forward. However, the vibrations are intensified by my clitoris. I look at my husband once more as I try to get his attention. I hold his hand as I beg:— Please stop... I won’t be able to control myself.I was afraid that the taxi driver would notice what was happening to me. I managed to disguise it well, despite the sighs and the bites on my lips. The lust in Carlos' eyes, however, was visible. The first orgasm came after about 30 minutes of stimulation and the second came next. As I squirmed with pleasure, he stood there, just watching my orgasms.When we finally arrived at our address, it lea
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Mr.X From Now On...
BRAZIL, MARCH 31, 2015.I'm engrossed in my phone, just a few lines away from finishing the book I'm reading, which, as incredible as it may seem, resonates with many aspects of my marriage. I'm so engrossed in the plot that I disconnect from everything else:"Dália!" my husband calls, drawing my attention. I look towards the wooden door from which he emerges with his charming smile. "Come see."I put down my phone and walk to the door, stepping outside where my husband stands on the sidewalk, looking at the facade. I join him and also start to admire the bold letters:Carlos's Delicacies"It's perfect!" I compliment, admiring the front of our restaurant.Yes, a lot has changed in my life... in our lives. After flying to Paris, we made some decisions. The first was Carlos quitting his job. He insisted on throwing his phone from the top of the Eiffel Tower when he finished his call with Rubens. I did the same with the real estate agency. However, I didn't throw my phone because we need
Mr.X FINAL
"Passengers of flight 357 to Lisbon, boarding will take place at gate C... Attention, passengers of flight 357, bound for Lisbon, boarding will take place at gate C..."This was what the announcement was saying when I arrived at the airport just a few minutes before my husband's flight was due to depart. Unlike what you see in movies, buying a ticket to enter the departure area isn't as difficult as it seems, because there wasn't a huge line in front of me, to begin with for buying a ticket."Good morning, ma'am, how can I assist you?""I need a ticket for any international flight departing right now.""Right now? Ah, well..." the young man starts, opening his screen.However, the clerk who attended to me wasn't very fast."Young man, I need to enter the departure area in thirty minutes," I say, looking at the departure and arrival display screen.Knowing my husband, it was unlikely he bought a first-class ticket or even a VIP one. As he always used to argue: at the moment of death, t
Mr.X Love's Unwavering Pursuit
After leaving my children with the nanny and taking a shower, I head to the address of the summons, which happens to be Elson's office address. I press the elevator button that takes me to the penultimate floor in a matter of seconds. The panoramic view of the city welcomes me, and then I approach the receptionist:"Good morning, I'm Dália Penedo Salazar and I received a summons for today.""Good morning, Mrs. Salazar. Just a moment to inform Dr. Elson that you're here" says the receptionist.She smiles in my direction, raises her index finger, and then turns to speak on the phone. The receptionist exchanges a few words amid fake giggles and hair tosses, then turns to me, saying:"Dr. Elson is waiting for you in the conference room. Please follow me."She stands up from her seat, adjusting her tight but elegant purple dress, making me question my choice of wearing wide-legged pants and a white shirt. The receptionist says a few things, but I don't retain anything in my mind because al
Mr.X Eternal Echoes of X
X...As always, the night with you was wonderful and unforgettable. Your touch, your scent, your kiss, and the way you make love to me will always be etched in my mind. As well as your words...You were very important in my life. I tried to fight the desire I felt for you all these years, and lost the battle several times. You are a part of me; my life didn't make much sense until you appeared, and I'm grateful to you for being my friend, confidant, my lover...It's undeniable that we are perfect for each other, that we have harmony and chemistry... in bed.Our relationship boils down to the bed, to sex, and it has always been that way...A few years ago, I would have given anything to live this relationship beyond the bedroom door, but today I understand that it's not possible, and I know you will understand that too.When you said that you wanted me and couldn't live without me... I didn't feel what I wanted to feel when I heard those words. I know the first thing that came to your
Mr.X Veil of Truth and Desire
My eyes search X's face for any trace of falsehood. His jaw is relaxed, and his eyes are serene... He turns towards the table where he tossed the envelope and retrieves it. Then he turns towards me, holding it up in my direction.“Open it, so you can confirm what I'm telling you,” he says.I take the envelope while taking a deep breath. My trembling hands struggle to tear the paper... or some greater force didn't want me to discover the truth. I press harder, and finally, it gives way, allowing me to see the report that I unfold calmly. There it is: according to the examination conducted using Carlos's blood, Juan was his son. I breathe a sigh of relief, but then the feeling of regret hits me. I could have avoided the dinner with Carlos if I had opened that damned envelope.“So? Am I right or not?” X asks.“You are,” I whisper as I let my body slide into one of the chairs. I stare at X and then ask what came to my mind. “How is that possible?”“I was born with a lack of reproductive d
Mr.X Unraveling Hearts: Tears, Truths, and Choices
Carlos wipes away his tears as he looks at the paternity test. His hands smooth the paper before he places it back on the table, taking a deep breath. His brown eyes lock onto mine, and then he says:“I don't want to know.”“Carlos, please,” I whisper.“Juan will always be my son, and no piece of paper will say otherwise,” Carlos says, pressing his index finger against the paper repeatedly. He hands me back the envelope, wiping his face. “He has been my son for four years, and he always will be. Juan Carlos is my son, he is a Salazar, and he always will be.”“Whatever you say,” I agree, putting the envelope away once again.“Does he know?” Carlos asks, looking at me seriously. His gaze is a sea of disappointment that I can't bear to meet.“No,” I reply, wiping my face. “He has no idea.”“If I were in his shoes, I'd want to know if I have a child out there,” Carlos claims.“Carlos, please...”“He has the right to know, Dália,” Carlos argues. “Tell him.”“Alright, I'll do that,” I affir
Mr.X When Secrets Unfold
“What? How? When?”The sommelier approaches with our waters, pouring them into our glasses while pretending not to notice my tear-streaked face and the tense atmosphere. How did my husband know everything? How? I couldn't comprehend...“Africa,” Carlos reveals, withdrawing his hand from mine and then sliding his fingers through the cutlery without looking at me. “You always had the terrible habit of leaving your things open. When you traveled, I decided to use the home computer for work... I saw it all. Your conversations, your emails, you're asking him to call you...”“Why didn't you...?”“Why didn't I tell you? Or why didn't I leave you when I found out?” Carlos questions, thoughtful. “Simple, I loved you, Dália. When I read everything, I felt guilty. I threw you into his arms, but I wasn't ready to lose you... Give up on you. I was sincere when I showed up in Africa. I really wanted to be the husband you deserved, because if I could manage that, I knew I'd forget that man once and
Mr.X Confessions Beneath the Barcelona Night
La Barca looked as beautiful as that day when we came for the first time; that's what I was thinking as the concierge led me to the reserved table on the terrace. He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit down promptly. He steps away, and I find myself admiring the nighttime view of Barcelona while my mind wandered, considering the possibilities. There were chances Carlos might not come or might come with someone else. Even the possibility of being followed, and X showing up there. Regardless, I tried to convince myself to see it through. I place my hands in front of my face, repeating to myself: I needed to put an end to this, I needed to...“Dália?” Carlos calls, standing in front of me. “Is everything okay?”“Hi, Carlos,” I say, adjusting my hands on the table. “Yes, it is.”“Would you like something to drink before choosing your dishes?” the sommelier asks.“Just water, please,” I say, nervously unable to look at the young man.“Wow...”“What?” I ask quickly.“For you to order water,
Mr.X Unveiling Truths and Facing Deceptions
I spun the envelope in my hands. I had buried that desire to know who Juan's father was many years ago, even now with everything that's happening. However, as they say, the truth always comes out. My fingers would glide over the edges in a simple gesture, and everything would be revealed. All it would take is my fingers coming together and tearing open the edge, and that's it. Simple... easy... Yet, I didn't feel like I was the one who should open the envelope. I didn't feel entitled to do so. I take a deep breath and then place it on my coffee table. Furthermore, I stand up and walk to the hallway, where I grab my purse, open it, and take out my cell phone. I scroll through my call list until I reach a specific number—the number of the person I believe has the right to know. After a few rings, the line is answered.“Hello?”“Hi, Carlos,” I say calmly.“Is something wrong?” Carlos asks, concerned.“We need to talk...”“Dália, if it's about the summons, know that it's for the best this
